She sat quietly in the corner of the dimmed room, as if she was filled with filth or smelled of a unpleasant odor, he stared at her in utter disgust planning sicking ways to disposed of her like garbage. He pierced his glares at her with anger, frustration but no guilt. Afraid and tormented she tried to run but only in her thoughts because her body wouldn’t dear to move an inch. No guts. She didn’t know what to feel, her crimson thoughts lead her into self-destruction, preparing herself for what was yet to come. No longer was it hate, it was far past that. That day he changed her life, that day, he became her enemy. Today was merely just a memory of the anniversary when it all started. She remembered it so vividly. Today was the day, he changed her life.